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constantly you'd ask of me improvement or removing of my flaws but once extricated my hope had faded for us and there's such a sense of separation i'm lucky but, what would she say about your lust my doubt and all the deception does she know, truly the length and strength the extent of your feelings if they, as you say, even reach as far as they used to you forget and i regret foolishly, you see, we've broken our promise and so many, been buried you know i love you when you lie